"That's your reason? He lied to both of us, Morgana!"

[Arthur seemed to regret the words the second they left his mouth, as he opened his lips a couple times to say something else but the words never came. It didn't matter, because his father was gone and they'd never gotten the chance to really talk about it. Uther had been in a daze for over a year before his death. Arthur had been the good son, burying his feelings and thoughts on the matter of Morgana being his half sister because he could see how much losing her trust had ruined his father.

He felt ten years old again when he wondered if Uther would have mourned the same way for his son as he did his daughter.]

"He's still gone. You're fighting a ghost."